Silent But Deadly Novels & Stories

I frowned. "That game has two choices, it's either you will choose to participate in this game and silence will eat your mind as your brain strated to create another story of your life. Or you will choose the KISS The K means Know everything about the game. The I means Ignore everything that surrounds your life. The first S means Study everything about the game. The second S means Seal everything on your mind. Know, Ignore, Study, Seal, once you choose it, there is a chance you learn about the game. And obviously, you chose the silence. And we're glad that our game works out. " She said smiling so I nodded. "But why I can't I remember anything? I don't remember anything my brain did. Why?" I

I hear my heartbeat, too loud in my ears it is like a drum is being directly beside it. My father is the pictorial representation of calm, he represents the calm seas in warm afternoons while I’m the violent waves during a thunderstorm. If you have been close to both, you’ll know which is more dangerous and it is in this case that you realize, silence is the most dangerous thing in the world. It is the most destructive thing. Anger can do so much but silence, that destroys nations.

“My mother, Deliah Anderson.” “But she is alive…” Silas glanced back at me with a smile. “Yes, she is. But that’s all she is- alive but not living.” My mouth parted in shock once the realization hit her. “You’re planning to bomb this place...” Silas shook his head with a smirk. “You’re a brilliant woman, Sadie. I’m merely... doing what I should’ve, eliminating the danger, securing our future.” I furrowed my brow as I watched Silas walk to the other side of the room and look out the large window. A loud sound made me cover my ears. I glanced out the window to see several black SUV’s rolling in.

The world did not end with a bang or a whimper; it ended with the most beautiful silence I have ever known. In the old world—the world of the Firm, the Grid, and the endless ticking of Jinyan’s clockwork heart—silence was a predatory thing. It was the space between heartbeats where a sniper took aim; it was the dead air on a comms-line that meant your partner was gone. But here, in our villa perched on the jagged cliffs of the Adriatic, silence is a living, breathing tapestry. It is the sound of the tide pulling at the white pebbles below, the rustle of lemon leaves in the salt-heavy breeze, and, most importantly, the steady, rhythmic breathing of the man who chose to become mortal just to h

Silence. The silence was so loud. It carried about the ashes of memories, walking by and sprinkling their memoirs like carriages. it was the kind of silence that could choke you without holding you, the silently toxic kind, slowly circling you as if it were playing a childhood game and then... bam. you are dead

​The silence of the cell was absolute, a heavy and suffocating weight that felt like it was pressing the very air out of my lungs. I lay on the cold, sterile floor, Silas’s parting words echoing in my mind like a rhythmic drumbeat. Stop my heart. It was a classic Sovereign technique—the "Death-Sleep" used by the ancient queens of the North to survive the Great Frost or to hide their presence from trackers. But it required a level of internal control and mental stillness that I had never truly mastered. I had always been the fire, the storm, and the explosion. I didn't know how to be the still, frozen lake beneath the ice.

I grin slyly at her and she chuckles nervously avoiding my eyes. "Will do." she smiles and my grin broadens. "Hmm. People will die from shock when they find out you do know how to talk… a lot...” Or how absolutely adorable you can be. On second thought, I’d like to be the only one. "They know I can talk. They just always seem to distort my words making me look insensitive… so I choose to stay silent." "I see." she really is a strong. Sensitive and thoughtful. "Yuzuki?"

“Then what happened?” “It rejects absence.” Elena frowned. “I don't understand.” Architect Zero stirred inside Adrian. His eyes became white. “I do.” Elena rushed toward him. “Zero?” He looked weak. “The Silence doesn't kill.” Subject One stared at him. “We just lost six million Genesis subjects.” “No.” Zero looked at the black figure. “It removes.” “What's the difference?” “Death leaves history. Memory. Consequences.” His voice dropped. “The Silence removes the fact that something occupies existence.”

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The love that had bloomed softly had died loudly without screaming, without closure. Just silence. And sometimes, silence is the cruelest ending of all.